West side four fingers count to much money for you broke n***as

Richie Rich city I ain't from the bay

My money come fast like andale

Tell me what you want tell me what you need

Hit the car lot dealer hand me keys

Hit the pawn shops saying can you please

Broke rappers stayin' home running outta cheese

Goin up I got all this money in my pocket and that s**t is going up

She wanna pull her drawers down but this time is goin up

Its goin up its goin up its goin up its goin up

Its goin up its goin up its goin up

Its going up like a staircase rare bape and the real one

No where near fake real estate

Paint a picture yeah I illustrate

Young G getting paper like a dinner plate

Like I'm dealin' weight you a pillow case

Bass bang make the building shake

Uh got my city on me like I got it tatted

Gold chain bustin' semi automatic

My girl booty big you might wanna grab it

But if you reach for it you ain't coming back wit

Nada keep heat like Nevada

In the summer Suzzy number one stunner

Got gas like an H1 hummer

Turn a good girl to a track runner

N***as don't wanna call em and my check

Keep a whole lotta comas

And now I don't give a f**k

Some n***as I'm with poppin them mollies I'm rolling up

I'm emptying out that bottle and putting gin in my cup

You n***as know what time is it bought the rollie with diamonds

I smoke like there ain't no crime it

Just look at the car I'm driving

You n***as go keep that talking

My homies go get the fire and n***a watch your mouth

Flying G 5's when I'm in the clouds

Porsche 911 when I'm on the ground

See me on the scene all I talks paper

Buying all the bottles then I paid the tab later

You a f**k n***a can't get a favor

Yeah I've been broke but I never been a hater

My broads from the bay bloods from the bay

Ask around I got hell of love in the bay

Get money give a f**k what a hater say

I'ma bring the kay kay and bombay

Its going up

Got my ends up now these girls think I'm the man

Got some red kicks on that came straight from Japan

Got my whole hood with me like I came with the clan

Drinking so much liquor you ain't making no sense

To the bay we never do it but I'm thinking we can

And my whole click fly n***as prayin' we land

Switch my lingo up so they can't understand

I got my cirrelo rapped up and two rubber bands